Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1887-03-26

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A Sad Death.-It is impossible to read
the stories of death which come from the
earthquakes, broken bridges and burning
hotels without shuddering at the suddenness
with which bereavement strikes its heavy
| blows The Titanic forces of the subter-
ranean world and the consuming fire are
merciless to men, women and children who
die by wholesale in wreck and flame.
The hand of death is no less pitiless, no less
distressing when it reaches within the quiet
home circle and takes cherished one-a wife
lovely in the affection with which she clings
to her chosen one-and young mother
august in the beauty of devotion to those
given her by Providence.
So death came to Mrs Annie NJ. Oder, wife
Of Charles W. Oder, in Kansas City, Mo-,
Thursday afternoon at u o'clock. In the
springtime and afiluence of youth, just on
the verge of womanhood's prime her gentle
career is arrested and she lays down her life.
The home circle. erewhile ''sweet field of
Eden," becomes an assembly of mourning;
the house, wherein it was joyous to live, where
peace and all the good angels dwet as vestal
virgins in a temple. is to-day palace of desc
lation. A husband bows under the heaviest
conscious and unconscious, have begun to
feel what it is to be motherless.
Mrs. Oder was 25 years, 8 months and 81
days old. She was the daughter of Rev.
George j. Conner at one time pastor of the
NJ. f. Church, this place. She was i'll nearly
four weeks, but only alarmingly so since last
Sunday. Her remains will doubtless be
inferred in Kansas City to-day.
AFrostburg Seer.-But few people know
of visit to town and procession along one Of
our streets after nlghtfall Wednesday. The
particulars of this two-fold event would startle
all who were unfortunate enough to reside
in quarter of the metropolis not tTaversed
by the glittering pageant, and those who wit
messed the imposing phenomenon and heard
the impressive words during the march speak
with bated breath in hollow whispers of the
strange advent parade, rhythmic address and
sudden disappearance Of the vision. The
commotion began in Q neighborhood of good
people Dy whom the JOURNAL was aroused
"Bildad the Prophetr' Thus they cried,
and then there came with loydly stride, a
prophet hoar and eagle-eyed, his garments
swept the ground.
The velvet girdle at his waist, with won
drous gems and stones was faced his sandals
were with purple laced, his turban SATIN
bound.
His beard was long and snowy white, his
eyes were black as winter night, and flashed
bold and fiery light, as on the crowd he
gaZed.
They knelt before him and they said:
Peace rest upon the prophets head, who
reads the secrets of the dead who hath the
world amazed
"pcace rest upon thee" still they cry, land
may thy camels never die, and may thy riches
multiply, o Sage of Bethlehem ~
The prophets eyes then upward turned, as
though his wisdom there was learned, and in
their depths brilliance burned, that glowed
like richest gem.
And then he spake: Thy wishes be no
more, o people, unto me, than are the zephyrs
to the sea, the tempest to the tomb.
For many years, o faithless race, I've
stood near the council-place-I'ye stood and
told you to your face, that there would be a
boom.
"For months this region have taught, the
good of battles never fought the good of pay
received unsought, by race that was not run.
"In the strength of this faith I've lined,
this region with hints well defined, and now
your coal is gayly mined, at fifty cents a ton.
"But one there was who shook his head,
nd lo A. I'll l.y t1o 20
broken down and dead, to flourish never more.
"They SAID, o all ye doubling knaves, that
now the mullen sadly waves about the lone
and dismal graves, of booms we had before.
"Y. sid, and perish here the thought, that
| other men had toiled and wrought, whose
lives were over and forgot, and still | an
swered nay
81 answered that the time would come,
when agitators would be dumb, when along
| the Creek q boom would hum-Pve lived to
see the day
otis here, We who dwelled in doubt, and
We who tried to drive it out-ye hail it with a
| gladsome shout, loud as the clang of doom.
80, Georges Creek, well might thy foes
| kneel in the dust and rend their clothes; well
might they cry aloud their woes, for TO- we
have the boon!
Cursed be the walker who enjoins, or
strives to stop the flow of coins, but let us all
grid up our loins and make the valley howl.
"Let no big master workman stand, with
protestations in his hand, nor with his groan-
ing fill the land, nor frown like blinking OWL
"Toye speak who have for years, refrained
| from smiles to bathe in tears, who uttered
means instead of cheers, and made our vale
a tomb
"For if you toll like Spartans now, with
beaming smile and CHEEKY brow, We'll all for.
get our sins, trow, and all go in for boom n'
RcligiOus.-"Crab Progress" will be the
subject of Rev. Mr.. Whltaker's sermon to
morrow Sunday morning Text, Joshua
xiii, /, "Thou art old and stricken in years
and there rcmaineh get rery much land 10 bc
possessed" Frostburg included. At evening
u! o'clock-"Jesus crowned with glory and
honor"
Rev. .R.Davis, late pastor of John Wesley
| NJ f. Church this place is assigned to LIw